Now, if you will be my lover I will shiver and sing

[blindsider]

[ If only Noct was this determined about literally anything else.

The training room has cleared out, the last people to leave 20 minutes gone. Ignis makes a show of checking the clock, and while Noct's response is closer to “don't even think about it” than “please”, Ignis does have to admit they're at least closer than they had been. And it's so very difficult to deny Noct anything that he wants this badly, he might as well be doomed. There are obvious issues – their height and weight difference meaning they turn at different speeds, Ignis' longer legs putting him closer to the training dummy, ahead of Noct in a way that meant if Noct hadn't banished his weapon back to the armiger he'd have skewered Ignis. Ignis' conviction that this will have no practical use – a stationary object is one thing, but if they perfect the move today so that they can show it off tomorrow, there's every chance that Gladio will swat one or both of them away and leave them looking foolish. Or at least more foolish than they do practicing a technique that Ignis is fairly sure Noctis thought up via one of his video games. He's getting frustrated, that's undeniable. It's worth it, though, to see the determination in Noct's eyes, and if nothing else, it's a good workout.

And of course, it's when he stops thinking about it – when he drops his thoughts of mass and torque and is focusing just on Noctis, on how pleased he'll be if they get it right, that they do. Ignis cartwheels in and springs into a flip, all his calculations gone from his mind, and the next thing he knows Noctis has landed beside him, a near-feral look of triumph on his face as their weapons strike the dummy in perfect synchronicity. He's flush-cheeked and breathing hard, his smile happy and fierce, his eyes lit up with their success. Ignis might be fairly flush-cheeked himself, come to that. The sudden perfection of the strike fills him with a ferocious energy, a need to do something, and as his eyes travel over Noct he knows just what it is he wants to do.

The tip of his tongue darts out to wet his lip, the faintest flicker of pink as he steps closer to his prince. ]

Well.

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[blindsider]

[ Ignis makes a noise in the back of his throat as Noctis pets at his hair, something embarrassingly close to purring. The combination of the way Noct speaks to him and the obvious want in his expression, the way he moves, is nearly too much for him.

The warning comes not a moment too soon, and he's right on the verge of shifting to trap his cock between his own thighs in an attempt to get a little friction. He stops as soon as Noctis says it, mouth open, his tongue out to offer a plush slide as Noct slips back in. He wouldn't know whether to make a smart remark about Noct's generosity or genuinely thank him; it's a relief to have to do neither, and he looks up at Noct with his eyes full of want as he curls his tongue against him.

Ignis spends an awful lot of time in the Citadel trying to seem respectable, so above reproach that it's the first instinct of people who outrank him to take him at his word. All of that would be undone if anyone walked in on this, Ignis on his knees before the prince, wanting and obedient and all but begging for his cock. And Ignis, raising his hand to cup Noct's ass and guide him forward, couldn't give less of a damn. ]